The scariest thing about being a newly diagnosed special needs parent is that you’re a newly diagnosed special needs parent.
Not only do things change, but people do. I did. You probably have too.
Having Autism or any special needs doesn’t mean the absence of personality or humor. All of his quirks – good and bad – are his and I love him.
Of course, if you asked, I would have told you I was a “realist”. That’s the term that someone uses to dance around the fact that they’re really a self-hating pessimist.
The absence of language can seem like a major barrier and, in some ways, it can be. In most ways, though, it’s not.
You will be both on a pedestal and under a magnifying glass all at once. It will last for the rest of your lives.
Autism spectrum or not, every kid wants to have fun. It just takes time figure out how to make that happen.
Teach them to fear Styrofoam and they will cower at packing peanuts forever unless someone shows them how you were wrong. Teach them to fear people and the same thing will happen.
There’s nothing more frustrating than telling someone about your child’s special needs and being greeted with an immediate inquisition on potential things they think you could have done to cause them.
You don’t have to be expressly called a dipstick by an elementary school kid in order to feel like one.